Chapter two: I love my motherland.
On September 30th, my parents and I came to Beijing.
10/day is the 53rd birthday of our motherland. In order to watch the grand flag-raising ceremony, we arrived at Tiananmen Square at four in the morning. The flower beds in the center of the square are crowded on both sides, and the pattern of the central fountain jumps on the cheerful faces of flag-raising tourists, which is particularly beautiful.
At six o'clock in the morning, the east and west sides of Chang 'an Avenue are crowded with people, and Tiananmen Square is crowded with people. At this time, a guard of honor composed of 36 flag-bearers and 60 military musicians, accompanied by the music of "Singing the Motherland", neatly walked out of Tiananmen Gate, crossed Jinshui Bridge and walked to the flagpole. Accompanied by the people of China and the national anthem, the bright five-star red flag rises in Ran Ran under the sunshine of Ran Ran! I can't help raising my right hand high. I watched the five-star red flag flying high above the motherland in the morning breeze, and I couldn't help thinking: I seemed to see the poor people in old China struggling in hot water and angry people shouting; I seem to hear the slogan of the May 4th March. I seem to see the burning War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression bonfire; It's like Chairman Mao personally raised the first red flag at the founding ceremony on 1949 10/day.
I looked at the solemn five-star red flag and the dazzling five Venus on the national flag and said to myself, "The five-star red flag is dyed red with the blood of countless martyrs. You are the symbol of our heroic nation. We love you as much as our own lives. We admire you, you are the pride and glory of our motherland, and under your brilliant guidance, we will follow the party and charge for the grand goal. No matter where I work in the future, I will work hard and make continuous progress to add luster to you! "
Chapter 3: I love my motherland.
I love my motherland, which is my home.
I have two mothers in my life. The first pronunciation of my sign language is "Mom", the first word I recognize is "China", and the first song I can sing is "I love Tiananmen Square". Since then, my tender heart has bent to my motherland. I have been lucky for 65,438+05 spring, summer, autumn and winter in my life. I am always full of joy and flowers everywhere. The history of China tells us that the motherland is our mother, our closest and favorite mother! One is my motherland mother, and the other is my mother who gave birth to me and raised me.
Can't serve the country, patriotism is guilty. Living in this strange circle of history, you didn't devote all your energy and life according to the established trajectory, just like stormy waves, which launched a fierce impact on the reefs on both sides of the strait, and the waves merged into earth-shattering roars. Your poems are like loud horns, passionate tones and sad chords, piercing clouds and cracking stones, and sounding stones: "The temple is still king, and Jinling is the north gate" is your denunciation of the traitors and ministers who make peace; "You have a party to arrange Zong Ze, and no one uses Yue Fei" is your angry accusation that Yu Jun and his ministers attacked and framed the generals in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression; "A gentleman mourns his wisdom, and the country is not A Qin at that time" is your sharp ridicule of the basic national policy of compromise and surrender. Your poem is no less than a sword and a gun, and its sharpness and sharpness are almost unprecedented.
Chapter four: I love learning.
I hate learning Chinese because all I learn are idioms. But after a lesson in idioms, I gradually fell in love with Chinese.
In Chinese class, the teacher brought a drum and a small red flower. I am puzzled: what does the teacher bring these for? Later, after listening to the teacher, I was puzzled. It turns out that the teacher wants us to play digital idiom games.
The first round of competition has started. The little red flowers were handed down by the students in turn with the drums. Ning Ning of one group said six idioms fluently, Xiaohui of the second group and Xiaoxiang of the third group said three or four idioms respectively, and Xiaohong of the fourth group also said two idioms.
A hurried drum sounded again, and the little red flower was handed down like this. Suddenly the drums stopped and the little red flower fell on my desk. I stood up and said, "One shot at a time." Then sit down quickly and turn the little red flower back. Just then, I heard the students around me say, "Say a few more words …" I suddenly realized and stood up hurriedly. I just spit out a word from my mouth, and the five o'clock drum beat has passed. Hi, what a pity. Generally speaking, numerical idioms are my strong point, but today it's all my fault that I'm too nervous. I sat down in dismay. The game continued, and the other three groups of students learned the lesson of my first mistake this time and achieved ideal results. The teacher gave prizes to the top three groups and gave us a sentence: "Correct when you know your mistakes."
Although my group didn't win the prize because of me, I think it is more meaningful to learn from mistakes than to win the prize.
Chapter 5: Love learning
As a student, the biggest headache is probably studying. We want to make our childhood play more and have more fun. But one day, I changed my mind.
Doing homework every day is always tiring, especially reciting texts and living poems. I am tired of studying, so my grades are not very good. For my attitude, my father never punished me, but always encouraged me and praised me as long as I made progress compared with last time.
What my father values most is my study. In order to improve my grades, I not only taught myself, but also accompanied me to study and do my homework. Father is always memorizing me, which is inefficient. My father gave me a special memory method. Surprisingly, this method is really useful, not only the time is reduced by half, but also the memory effect is better. From then on, I found that learning is so simple that I no longer need to deal with it, but study hard for more play.
I persisted for a semester, and my grades actually rose rapidly, even ranking in the top five of my class. From then on, my study was no longer supervised by my father. Every day is a conscious study, but also to learn more, in order to achieve better results, of course, in order to get more praise.
Maybe learning is that simple. As long as you are interested in learning and have appropriate learning methods, you will love learning.
As we grow up, maybe you will find; Perhaps this is also a full life and a perfect childhood.
Chapter 6: I love labor.
I love labor, I love labor, the golden wind is cool, the ears of grain are fragrant, like the sea where sorghum lifts fire, the boundless soybeans ring bronze bells, the sky is blue and blue, and pieces of white clouds are unpredictable. Several golden corn pagodas were built in my grandfather's yard. Early in the morning, I went to the autumn harvest with my aunt and grandpa. The target this time is sweet potato, because it is earlier than other crops. When we arrived at the vegetable field, we crossed the dense grass and the path in the field and came to grandpa's sweet potato field. I saw a mature sweet potato seedling. Look at the fat leaves, there must be a big sweet potato underground, which makes people drool. Grandpa picked up the hoe and turned the soil in an orderly way, and several "fat dolls" with pears were exposed; I will dig out a slimming banana later; Turn out a fat "ham" for a while; After a while, I planed out a wide "pineapple"; After a while, I planed out a round "apple"; Later, I also dug up a few "mini potatoes". My aunt and I picked it up after grandpa, sweating like a pig. Soon, the basket we were carrying was full of sweet potatoes. My aunt and I took the sweet potatoes to the edge of the ancient well and gave them a "cold bath". In the cool autumn wind, my aunt and grandpa, listening to cicadas, came home with heavy sweet potato baskets. In the evening, my grandmother baked me a sweet potato, and I held one in one hand and "opened the bow left and right" at the sweet potato. My mouth stained with ashes muttered, "The fruit of my own labor is incense!" " Everyone smiled happily when they saw me. Spring planting and autumn harvest, grandpa harvested fat sweet potatoes, and also harvested the laughter of his children and grandchildren; I harvested the coolness of autumn wind and the joy of labor.
Chapter 7: I love labor.
I am a villain, and I am in the third grade of primary school. I have loved work since I was a child, and I always help my mother with housework. My parents often call me "a young man who loves his work" when they see that I am doing well.
Since kindergarten, I will take the initiative to do housework, help my mother clean the table, sweep the floor and mop the floor, and often clean my mother's room. I have been tidying up my room since I was a child, and I have also helped my brother tidy up his desk. Now I'm in the third grade, and I'm still insisting.
At school, I am the teacher's little assistant. Every time it's my turn to be on duty, I clean the classroom, clean the blackboard and put the desks in order. If nothing else, the day before the start of school, in order to create a good learning environment for the students, several other students and I came to the school to clean the classroom. A summer vacation passed, the classroom was full of dust, and the corner was covered with spider webs one after another. I led my classmates to fetch water from the bathroom with buckets, wiped all the tables and chairs in the classroom, and then carefully mopped the floor. After a while, we all sweated. However, because I, the team leader, took the lead in labor, I didn't shout bitterness or tiredness. I rushed to do the dirty work, and other students were also infected, working as hard as me. In this way, after an afternoon of hard work, the classroom was thoroughly cleaned by us. When school started the next day, as soon as the students came to the classroom and saw the clean and tidy environment, they all praised me and other students for doing good things for the group! I just smiled-I love my job, so should I!
This is me, a young man who loves work.
Chapter 8: I love labor.
I am a little girl who loves her work very much. When I was in a small kindergarten class, I had learned to comb my hair and dress myself. My mother has always taught me: "No matter what you do, no matter what difficulties you encounter, don't give up. You must always persist, so that you can win the final victory."
Now, I am a fourth-grade student. I want to do something for my father, mother and sister. In my spare time, I will sweep the floor, mop the floor, clean the table, wash dishes, wash dishes and tidy the room. ...
Once, my mother got up early and hurried to work without eating breakfast, while I was still sleeping in bed. It took me a long time to wake up from my dream. At first glance, the whole room seems to be a "grocery store": clothes are on the ground, books are scattered on the table, and quilts are also in a mess. ...
I thought to myself: Mom went out early in the morning. She works hard, so let me clean up. I picked up the clothes one by one, folded them and put them neatly in the closet; Put the messy books on the table into the bookcase one by one; Fold the quilt neatly; Put the "doll" back; Then start sweeping the floor and mopping the floor. ...
By the time I finished, I was sweating and panting. In the evening, my mother came back from work. Seeing all this, she was surprised and asked, "Who cleaned our house so clean?" "It's me! It's me! " I jumped with excitement. My mother praised me straight: "Shiyu, you are really a good boy who loves to work!" " "I'm so happy to hear that.
Am I right? I am really a little girl who loves her work. Because of work, my life is full of countless happiness.